No one guessed the song lyric yet! Hint: It's on a warrior map with pretty good animation. It is actually my favorite warrior map for animation. :D
(I fixed the title as well.)
And on with the story!
Chapter Five
"All cats old enough to hunt their own prey gather around the tallrock for a clan meeting!" Onestar's voice echoed through camp.
The clan gathered around with Larkwing sitting next to Darkfang. Before you think they are having or had some sort of affair, she had just been watching him along with Slightfoot. They had taken turns during the night, getting some sleep here and there, to watch him.
"I gathered you all here today to discuss our… visitor since we weren't able due to… certain happenings yesterday." Onestar spoke loudly.
"What happened to Breezepelt?" Emberfoot called out.
"Is he okay?" Heathertail asked, worriedly.
"He's still breathing but he hasn't woken up yet." Onestar flicked his tail. "Now back to our Shadowclan intruder-"
"What are you going to do with him?" Nightcloud flicked her tail, glancing at the handsome, dark-furred tom.
Darkfang met her gaze for a heartbeat before glancing away. He stayed quiet, looking calm."
"That's what this meeting is about, Nightcloud." Onestar looked a bit triggered but he tried to keep a peacemaking expression on.
"I say we get rid of him as fast as we can." Sedgewhisker spoke up, curled around her sleeping kits. "I don't want Pebblekit and Bronzekit to get too friendly with him or pick up bad habits." Even though this was a bit far fetched, no one could have the heart to tell this protective queen off.
Darkfang frowned slightly, looking slightly offended by this.
Emberfoot moved over to his mate and kits and sat right next to her. He curled his tail around her.
'Well, I think we should keep him as a prisoner." Oatclaw meowed. This had earned him a glare from Sedgewhisker. "What if he was a spy and he had gathered entail on us?"
"That's true…" Onestar mused, glancing around at his clanmates.
"Maybe we should keep him until the gathering." The deputy suggested. "We can make sure there is someone watching him at all times and then we can confront Shadowclan at the next Gathering."
Muttering and mumbling could be heard after the brown-and-white tom spoke.
"Good idea, Harespring." Onestar nodded. "That is what will be done. Larkwing, Slightfoot, thank you for watching him. You are both relieved from dawn patrol tomorrow."
Larkwing and Slightfoot glanced at each other with proud expressions. Their chest were puffed out some with pride.
"Darkfang." The leader's gaze altered to the Shadowclanner.
"Yes, Onestar?" Darkfang looked up calmly at brown tabby.
"How do we know you won't try anything for the time being?"
"You don't." The dark-furred tom answered, a slight smile growing on his face. "You're just going to have to go off my word and trust me."
"And what would be your word?" Hootwhisker called out at him.
"That I won't try to escape." Darkfang glanced slyly at a certain black cat before looking back up at the Windclan leader.
"Someone will be watching you at all times." Onestar warned. "Don't think we aren't watching."
"I am fully warned and aware, Onestar." Darkfang casually licked his paw.
The clan was silent as they waited for their leader to speak.
"Okay then." Onestar meowed after a couple long heartbeats. "Clan dismissed."